Biker Rides 10 Mile Race With Kitten in Her Bra

http://www.care2.com/causes/biker-rides-10-mile-race-with-kitten-in-her-bra.html#ixzz27Yevs8kq

One very hot summer day in June in Texas, I was out with my cycling club on a 50 mile ride through the countryside near Pearland. We were near the end of the ride and going at a pretty good pace, around 20 to 22 mph and one of the girls I ride with asked me if I noticed the kitten. Not thinking I heard her correctly, I asked her what she meant. She said, “the kitten on the side of the road back there.” Well, that’s all I needed to hear. I pulled out of the pace line and went back. At first I didn’t see anything, so I laid my bike down and started to walk in my bike shoes. I saw some huge buzzards eating something and had a horrible feeling in my stomach. Thankfully when I got closer, they flew away and they apparently had been eating something else, not a cat. I started calling “kitty kitty” and out of the tall grass came running a little tiger striped kitten screaming as loud as he could, “get me outta here!”

He ran to me and I ran as fast as I could in bike shoes with clips on them and scooped him up. He immediately bagan to purr and had the biggest blue eyes! By that time, the girl who had first noticed him had decided to come back to see what was I up to. We looked around to see if he had a momma nearby and/or maybe littermates who may have been dumped.

I grew up in the country and remember as a child that people would dump defenseless domestic dogs and cats near our home when they didn’t want them. I routinely had a new dog or cat in our garage at my parent’s house in Bay City, Texas. I don’t think I have had moment in my life without a beloved pet that someone gave me because they didn’t want them or that I found somehow.